She proves her point as she taps impatiently on the door frame.
“Jessa and Maggie are already up,” she says, coming to sit on my bed and rub my back like she always did when I was a kid.
“Why are we going so early?”
“We don’t want to waste any time we have together as a family,” she says sweetly.
“We see each other all the time.”
She makes a frustrated noise and grabs my blanket, snatching it off of me.
“I’m pretty sure Maggie is in the dining room telling Jessa she wants her to marry Aiden. You can’t leave your friend out there with that fate,” she says, and I groan.
“Fine,” I reply, getting out of bed and following my mother into the dining room, where my aunt Maggie and Jessa are waiting for us.
Jessa looks relieved, yet skeptical of me as I sit down.
“How’d you sleep?” Jessa asks, and I pin her with a look.
“We need to replace that bed,” I reply, adding some fruit and pancakes to my plate.
“Bed isn’t big enough?” Jessa says when I’m bringing a strawberry up to my mouth.
“Part of it, I am a grown woman,” I reply and I give her a tight smile that I hope indicates I don’t find her inside joke funny.
“As soon as we’re done remodeling the other room, we’ll fix that one. I think we could fit a queen in there,” my aunt Maggie says.
“The house is really lovely,” Jessa says.
“I’m just so sorry you and Aiden have to share a room with the twins,” Maggie says.
“Probably smelled like a dispensary in there,” I mumble and my mom knocks my foot under the table.
“Yes, well. My youngest boys seem to have a little bit of Peter Pan syndrome.”
“A little bit?” I grumble and my mom hits me harder under the table. “Ouch,” I groan and she smiles at me.
“They’ll figure it out,” Maggie says, sipping her coffee.
I want to whisperdoubt it, but I really don’t feel like getting kicked under the table again. Gavin and Benjamin live life on their own terms. They don’t really give a shit what other people think and I don’t see them settling down anytime soon.
“Once you finish eating, go freshen up and we’ll head out,” my mother says.
Jessa smiles at me across the table, and I smile back. My new best friend is more of a menace than I realized.
My momand aunt Maggie are spending money like it’s their job, while Jessa and I are trying on different sandals.
“So, what happened last night?” she asks.
I look over at where my mother and aunt are at the store across the street looking at jewelry.
“I think we’re dating,” I say, looking back at her, and sliding the sandal that’s just a tad too small off my foot.
“Shut the fuck up. But what does that even mean?”
“I don’t know. We didn’t get to talk about it. Gavin kind of saw us last night.”
Jessa’s jaw drops, and she blinks at me.
